Broke Down

Apparently my dishwasher read my post yesterday and was bitter.

Because today I woke up to find everything in there covered in this grimy red film that you have to scrub off. It requires more than just some elbow grease. Curse words and thrown objects are also required. Just kidding about the curse words, the baddest word I say rhymes with Frap, Trap, and Crat. I like to live life on the edge.

This is how my kitchen looked today. Everything had to be taken out of the dishwasher so that we could clean it out and try to fix it. Not only that but before we discovered the dishwasher wasn't work, Damion cleaned out the freezer which was an amazing gift. But then we had more dishes to add to our mammoth pile of dishes.

See those ice cube trays? That held the six months worth of organic homemade baby food and I made for Princess Newbie. Remember that? the food that she would never eat?

Our dogs enjoyed the love that I put into the baby food tonight.

So dishwasher, if you read this... please forgive me. You are the glue that holds this household together. The one that makes my keep my hair intact and my joy is found when I hear your loud banging.

Please forgive me. And wash those dishes tomorrow!

Please ignore the fact that I'm talking to my dishwasher. I didn't sleep last night. I'm loopy.